There's a family Bible on the table
It's pages worn and hard to read
But the family Bible on the table
Will ever be my key to memories

At the end of day when work was over
And when the evening meal was done
Dad would read to us from the family Bible
And we'd count our many blessings one by one

I can see us sitting 'round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of ages, rock of ages, cleft for me

Now this old world of ours is full of trouble
This old world would so much better be
If we found more Bibles on the table
And mothers singing rock of ages, cleft for me

I can see us sitting 'round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
And I can hear my mother softly singing
Rock of ages, rock of ages, cleft for me
Rock of ages, rock of ages, cleft for me